Mental illness -- Fiction; Russia -- Fiction; Russian fiction -- Translations into English; Teachers -- Fiction
An animated conversation took place in Khripatch's study--not because
they had much to say to one another but because they liked to chatter.
And they talked rapidly to each other, Khripatch with his dry,
crackling volubility, Liudmilla with her gentle, resonant prattle.
With the irresistible persuasiveness of falsehood, she poured out to
Khripatch her half-false story of her relations with Sasha Pilnikov.
Her chief motives were, of course, her sympathy with the boy who was
suffering from this coarse suspicion, her desire to take the place of
Sasha's absent family. And finally he was such a charming, unspoiled
boy. Liudmilla even cried a little and her swift tears rolled down
her cheeks to her half-smiling lips, giving her an extraordinary
attractiveness.
"I have grown to love him like a brother," she said. "He is a fine,
lovable boy. He appreciated affection and he kissed my hands."
"That was very good of you," said Khripatch somewhat flustered, "and
does honour to your kind feelings. But you have needlessly taken to
heart the simple fact that I considered it my duty to inform the boy's
relatives of the rumours that reached me."
Liudmilla prattled on, without listening to him, and her voice passed
into a tone of gentle rebuke.
"Tell me what was wrong in our taking an interest in the boy? Why
should he suffer from that coarse, mad Peredonov? When shall we be rid
of him? Can't you see yourself that Pilnikov is quite a child, really a
mere child?"
She clasped her small, pretty hands together, rattled her gold
bracelets, laughed softly, took her handkerchief out to dry her tears
and wafted a delicate perfume towards Khripatch. And Khripatch suddenly
wanted to tell her that she was "lovely as a heavenly angel," and that
this unfortunate episode "was not worth a single instant of her dear
sorrow." But he refrained.
And Liudmilla chattered on and on and dissolved into smoke the
chimerical structure of the Peredonovian lie. Think of comparing the
charming Liudmillotchka with the crude, dirty, insane Peredonov!
Whether Liudmilla was telling the whole truth or romancing was all the
same to Khripatch; but he felt that if he did not believe Liudmilla
and should argue with her and take steps to punish Pilnikov it might
lead to an inquiry and disgrace the whole School District. All the more
since this business was bound up with Peredonov who would be found to
be insane. And Khripatch smiled, saying to Liudmilla:
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